Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 103

It was Orson.

He pulled back, then sidestepped to make room.

A man dressed in all black approached, his presence seemingly restrained under the harsh, white light, exuding danger. He glanced at Sylvia lying on the ground and reached out to drag her up.

Sylvia winced in pain; she had scraped her palm on the ground when she fell.

The man's gaze briefly lingered on her wound before his deep voice broke the silence. "I'm still here. Still alive."

"But my mom and Edwin..."

Sylvia attempted to pull away, wanting to rush into the trash room to rescue them.

Rupert signaled Henry and Orson with a look, and the two dashed into the room. He then forcefully pulled Sylvia behind him. "What can you do in this state? Just wait."

Turning, he advanced towards the manager, his deep, bloodshot eyes locking onto the manager's.

The manager, recognizing the arrival, couldn't even dare to make a sound despite the pain. "Mr. Rupert."

Rupert's gaze was disdainful as he stepped on the manager's twisted ankle with his polished shoes.

"Ah!" The manager couldn't hold back his scream.

"Lies have their consequences," Rupert stated coldly.

"I'm sorry! I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again," the manager pleaded, unable to even kneel.

"You shouldn’t touch anyone from the Garcia family."

"Yes..."

As he spoke, Edwin and Naomi were rescued.

Naomi, half-conscious, still instinctively whimpered for help. Suddenly, she retched, vomiting not only liquid but bits of undigested, rotten bread.

Seeing this, Sylvia felt a chill run down her spine. Her eyes quickly filled with tears, and her chest tightened, as though being pounded, making it hard to breathe.

She could hardly imagine what Naomi had gone through.

"Mom."